#paige and kk

[purplepaigepurple535]

she got to fly like a bird 🥺🥺

kk arnold you will always be famous

[volimtem]

lmao saw a collection of her comments

add two to the collection! paige was completely right to describe her as “menace” 😂

[fuddaround]

my family is being taken away

[nikamuhlsrealwife777]

Could I request Angel Reese or A'ja Wilson?

omg yes of course!!! Just send in what you would like it to be about and I'll totally write it!!

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Only I Get to Lift You

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mild jealousy, light angst, fluff, playful possessiveness

Summary: With TikTok supposedly on the verge of being banned, you’re determined to convince Paige to do the Jacked and Kind trend as a farewell. Paige refuses, saying she won’t even post her drafts, unlike the rest of your teammates. So, you ask someone else...

“C’mon, Paige, please?” I whined, leaning my full weight against her as we sat on the couch in her dorm.

Paige groaned, not even looking up from her phone. “Nope.”

I pouted. “It’s a farewell to TikTok. You have to do it with me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to do anything.”

“Paige—”

“No.”

I let out a dramatic sigh, flopping against her. “Everyone else has done it! Ice, Azzi, Sarah, Jana—”

“And that’s exactly why I don’t need to do it,” she cut in. “I don’t even post like that, Y/N. I have like… a hundred drafts, most are ads that having been set to drop yet.”

I gasped. “And you’re not gonna post the non ad drafts?!”

“Nope.”

I sat up, scandalized. “You’re the worst.”

She smirked. “And yet, you’re still in love with me.”

I grumbled under my breath before pushing off the couch. “Fine. If you won’t do it, I’ll just ask Jana.”

Paige quirked a brow. “Jana?”

“Yup,” I said, grabbing my phone. “She’s tall, she’s strong, and unlike some people, she actually likes to have fun.”

Paige snorted. “Go ahead then. Have fun.”

Oh, I would.

Convincing Jana had been way easier.

“You wanna do a TikTok trend with me?” she repeated after I explained.

I nodded. “Yeah, you just lift me on your shoulders for the ‘Jacked and Kind’ thing.”

She smiled. “Okay, sure.”

Easy.

Sarah started the music, and I grinned at the camera as we recorded.

Jana crouched, letting me carefully climb onto her shoulders. She stood with ease, my legs dangling as I gripped her head for balance.

Everything was going great—until I saw Paige standing across the gym, her arms crossed, staring hard.

I could tell exactly what was happening in that pretty little head of hers.

Something clicked.

Something possessive.

And suddenly, the video was no longer cute to her—it was personal.

The second I hopped off Jana’s shoulders, Paige was right there.

“Redo it.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

She gestured at my phone. “The TikTok. Redo it. With me.”

I stared at her for a second, then smirked. “Ohhh, now you wanna do it?”

Paige clenched her jaw. “Only I get to lift my girl on my shoulders. No one else.”

Azzi, Ice, and Sarah cackled in the background.

Jana, bless her heart, just looked amused. “I mean, I don’t mind—”

“No, you’re good,” Paige said quickly. “We’re doing it again.”

I bit back a laugh. “Oh, so when Jana does it, it’s a problem?”

“Yes,” Paige said without hesitation.

Sarah whistled. “Damn, she’s pressed.”

Paige ignored her, just crouching down. “C’mon, up you go. Alright, run it back,” she said.

I rolled my eyes, but agreed to letting etting Sarah re-start the sound. We waited for the sound to start playing.

Once the sound started playing Paige stood, her grip on my waist firm, like she needed to prove something.

I smiled as the song restarted, she lifted me up with ease. With me now resting on her shoulder, Paige smirked up at me, squeezing my calves. “Now it’s cute.”

I laughed, shaking my head. This girl was ridiculous.

But, honestly? I loved her for it.

The second I posted the TikTok, I knew it was over for Paige.

The comments were rolling in within seconds:

@paige4mvp: “FINALLY she did the trend, took her long enough ”

@wnbabuckets: “Paige, just go ahead and clean out those drafts while you’re at it.”

@uconnfancam: “Bueckers, drop the drafts, we BEG.”

I scrolled through the flood of replies, laughing to myself as I sat on the couch. Paige, who was sprawled across my lap, raised an eyebrow at my amusement. “What’s so funny?”

I turned my phone toward her, showing the endless comments demanding that she post the TikToks she had sitting in her drafts.

Paige groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Ma, I told you they were gonna start on me the second you posted it.”

I smirked, playing with the ends of her hair. “Well, maybe if you actually posted anything instead of letting your drafts collect dust, they wouldn’t be on your ass like this.”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t even have that many—”

“Paige, you have like 105, and I'm pretty sure 50% of em are yet to be released ads and sponsors.”

She sat up, giving me a look. “How do you even know that?”

I gave her an innocent smile. “I may or may not have taken a little peek while you were editing our video.”

Paige groaned again, flopping dramatically against me. “You’re the worst.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And yet, you still love me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. “Whatever, you say baby.”

A few hours later kk had convinced me to do a TikTok Live with her

“Alright, y’all, what’s up?”

I grinned at the screen as KK adjusted the phone, setting up the TikTok Live. The chat was already moving at lightning speed, comments rolling in about the Jacked and Kind TikTok.

@paigeismybabymama: “Y/N, YOU SNAPPED WITH THAT POST ”

@kkfanclub: “KK AND Y/N?? ELITE LIVEEEEEE”

@paigeslockscreen: “Where’s Bueckers?? She still hiding from the comments??”

I laughed as KK read that one out loud. “Nah, she and Jana are building something new once again. Probably about to break our damn apartment, from the way they are yelling at each other.”

The camera shifted slightly, showing Paige and Jana sitting on the floor, surrounded by wooden planks and an instruction manual that Jana is reading out loud only for paige to tell her to slow down or she's not making any sense.

KK snickered, before adding fuel to the fire. “Hey, P boogers! The chat said you need to come out of hiding and post your drafts.”

Paige didn’t even look up. “Tell them to mind their business.”

I smirked, leaning toward the phone. “Y’all heard her—keep commenting about it.”

More comments flooded in instantly.

@nukebueckers:“POST THE DRAFTS, PAIGE. STOP PLAYIN.”

@wnbawatchparty: “NAH, WE AIN’T LETTING THIS GO.”

Paige sighed dramatically, setting down the drill and turning toward me. “Y/N, baby, you’re supposed to have my back.”

I gave her an innocent shrug. “I am. I just think you should give the people what they want. Cause its also what I want”

She squinted at me, then at the phone. Then, with a mischievous grin, she stood up, stretching her arms above her head.

The chat immediately went wild.

@paigebiceps:“NAH WAIT WHY IS SHE BUILT LIKE THAT”

@fypuconn:“PAIGE IN THE SPORTS BRA AND GREEN PJS HELLO????”

@wnbabuckets: “IS SHE ABOUT TO DO A TIKTOK ON LIVE???”

I raised an eyebrow as Paige walked over to me, now standing directly behind the couch. She leaned down, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You wanna put on show for TikTok, baby?”

I smirked before turning to look at her. “You trying to redeem yourself?”

She grinned, kissing my cheek. “Something like that.”

The chat was moving way too fast now.

@paigefanclub: “SHE CALLED HER BABY AGAIN BYEEEE”

@jukebueckers: “NOT HER BEING ALL FLIRTY ON LIVE—”

@y/nnation: “SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS”

KK, who had been watching with amusement, shook her head. “Nah, this is actually crazy. Go ahead, do the trend again, since Paige wanna prove something.”

Jana, who was still trying to assemble the furniture, looked up and smirked. “Oh, this I gotta see.”

“Alright, P baby. You ready?” I say as I stood up going to stand in the middle of the floor.

She smirked. “Always, ma.”

Paige stretched again, showing off just enough muscle to make the chat go feral. Then, with zero hesitation, she reached down and grabbed my waist.

I let out a small yelp as she lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto her shoulders like it was nothing.

The chat? Absolutely losing its mind.

@paigeisstrong: “I KNEW SHE WAS STRONG BUT DAMN”

@y/nluver:“THE WAY SHE JUST PICKED HER UP LIKE THAT—”

@uconnfans:“OH SHE OWNS YOU FR”

I laughed, holding onto Paige’s head for balance.

The two of us did the trend flawlessly, Paige flexing way more than necessary, making sure to show off just how effortlessly she could hold me up.

As soon as we both finished, she had a menacing idea to toss me back down onto the couch. Letting out a yelp, as I landed on the couch I sat up only for Paige to put me in her lap. Her hands lingering on my waist as she pulled me close. “That good enough for y’all?” she teased the camera.

The chat was a mess.

@fypnation: “PAIGE JUST BE LIFTING READER LIKE A FEATHER, HUH?”

@wnbastans:“THE WAY SHE HOLDS HER???? THIS AINT EVEN FAIR”

@paigebucketsss: “YEAH OKAY, THEY’RE IN LOVE. WE GET IT.”

I grinned, leaning into Paige. “See? Was that so bad?”

She hummed, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Not if I get to do it with you.”

KK gagged in the background. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Y’all got the people going insane.”

Jana, still struggling with the furniture, snorted. “At least someone’s getting something done today. Paige please come finish helping me.”

Paige just smirked, wrapping her arms around my waist. “So, what I’m hearing is… I should post at least one?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Paige, just post your damn drafts already, and go help Jan.”

She sighed, pretending to think. “Ehh… maybe I’ll just keep making y’all wait, and fine give me the drill,”

The chat lost it again.

And I just shook my head, knowing damn well she was never gonna let this joke die, or post them damn tiktoks.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[pookalicious-hq]

i don't even like you that much ...

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ has anyone noticed that paige has a staring problem, but only with you? tags: paige bueckers x reader, bball player reader, not proof read so many typos, pre-relationship

There’s a difference between zoning out and staring. One is an unconscious habit, the other—a deliberate choice.

And Paige? Well, everyone had started to pick up on the fact that she had a bit of a staring problem. Or maybe it was just with you. No—truthfully, it was undoubtedly just you.

At first, it had been subtle. A glance here, a lingering look there. The way her eyes would find you in the middle of a drill, during warm-ups, or when conversation buzzed around her. It wasn’t obvious—not yet. You never really noticed. You were always too wrapped up in the chaos of the game, the chatter, the moment.

But lately?

Lately, something had shifted.

Now, when your eyes flickered in her direction, her stare wasn’t just lingering—it was locked in. A gaze so steady it felt almost tangible, the kind that wasn’t meant to be caught. And when you actually met her eyes? Her expression would soften, the corners of her mouth curving just slightly before she abruptly looked away, pink blooming along her cheekbones, feigning distraction.

Still, you didn’t think much of it. You weren’t the type to overanalyze, and besides, on the court, your mind was always somewhere else—set on the next play, the next move, the next win.

But the cameras? The cameras saw everything.

The post-game interview was routine. You stood front and center beside KK, answering the usual questions about the game, the energy, the pressure. The lights were hot, the buzz of reporters constant, but you handled it with ease. Paige stood just off to the side, listening.

Or at least, she was supposed to be listening.

What she was actually doing—what the whole world saw—was watching you.

Not just watching. Staring.

The footage caught it all: the unwavering focus, the slight upturn of her lips, the way she unconsciously leaned in every time you spoke. Paige Bueckers, reigning leader on the court, utterly transfixed—like you were the only thing worth seeing.

And by the time the interview hit the internet, everyone had the same thought.

Paige didn’t just have a staring problem. She had a you problem.

And everyone knew she had no intention of fixing it.

a/n: lover girl paige

[madsxyins]

Caught on Live

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: none

synopsis: Classic “relationship gets revealed during live”

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The dorm room was cozy in a mismatched way—posters taped to the wall with curling corners, a stack of textbooks threatening to tumble off the edge of a desk, and an almost permanent scent of popcorn and some sort of body spray. It was a typical Friday night for the UConn Huskies, or at least it was supposed to be.

You lounged on the floor with your back against the bedframe, a bowl of popcorn balanced on your lap. Paige sat on the bed behind you, her legs draped over your shoulders in a way that felt too comfortable, too intimate for what this night was about to become.

“You two are the weirdest ‘roommates’ I’ve ever seen,” KK teased as she adjusted her phone on the table. “I swear, y’all are gonna make the fans lose their minds.”

You shot a warning glance up at Paige, who bit back a smile.

“Just friends, right?” KK added with a laugh, winking at you.

“Obviously,” Paige said with mock offense, her fingers grazing the back of your neck. You flinched slightly, the touch sending a jolt down your spine. KK didn’t seem to notice—too busy fidgeting with her phones brightness setting.

The moment KK hit “Go Live” on TikTok, the energy in the room shifted. You could feel it—like stepping on court before a big game. Suddenly everything felt… exposed.

“Yo what’s up guys!” KK grinned into the camera. “Just chillin’ with the best teammates in the country. Don’t act like y’all didn’t miss us!”

You tried to act natural, chewing on popcorn and avoiding direct eye contact with the camera—or worse, Paige.

The comments began pouring in almost instantly:

@ballislife23: Paige and Y/N always gotta be sitting next to each other huh 😭

@huskymania88: WAIT IS THAT PAIGE’S LEG ON HER SHOULDER? 👀

@uconnfan4life: KK blink twice if they’re secretly dating.

You swallowed hard and nudged Paige’s leg off your shoulder with a low chuckle. “You’re messing up my posture,” you muttered.

“Mmhmm,” she replied, but her hand ghosted over your hair before settling on the bed again. You didn’t move.

“So,” KK said, flopping down on the rug beside you and holding the phone up, “Q&A time. Ask us anything. We’re bored and Paige is refusing to play Uno.”

“That’s because you cheat,” Paige said, her voice honey-smooth and sarcastic.

“Don’t distract them,” you whispered under your breath. Paige leaned forward just a little so only you could hear.

“You’re cute when you panic,” she teased.

“Shut up,” you hissed, glancing nervously at the comments.

@ncaa_girlie: THE TENSION BETWEEN PAIGE AND Y/N IS SCREAMING

@love4wbb: Y’all saw that little whisper?? Don’t play with us.

KK raised an eyebrow as she scrolled through the chat. “Yo, people are wildin’ in here. Someone said, ‘Just drop the couple soft launch and let us live.’” She turned to you and Paige. “What does that even mean? Y’all soft launching a relationship or what?”

“I don’t even know what that means,” Paige said with a shrug, a half-smile tugging at her lips.

“It means stop being weird,” you said, forcing a laugh and passing KK the popcorn. Your hand brushed Paige’s as you moved it back to your lap, and you knew your expression gave you away—just for a second.

“Hey, let’s play that ‘most likely to’ game,” KK announced, oblivious—or pretending to be. “Chat, y’all drop suggestions.”

@courtvision23: Most likely to fall asleep watching game tape

@hoopsbae: Most likely to date a teammate 😏

KK burst out laughing. “Okay! Okay. First one: most likely to date a teammate.”

Her eyes went straight to the two of you.

“I vote Y/N,” she said, pointing.

“I vote KK,” you shot back quickly, a smirk forming.

“Nah, that’s deflection!” KK accused. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“She never does,” Paige added, shooting you a sideways glance that lingered too long.

@bucketsandvibes: THE LOOK PAIGE JUST GAVE HER OMG

@paige_simp7: “She never does” HELLOOOOO

You rubbed your temples. “I hate all of you.”

“Liar,” Paige whispered, her voice low and playful. She bumped your knee with hers. You bumped her back harder.

KK stood to grab water from the mini-fridge, giving you a precious moment alone on camera.

“You gotta chill,” you muttered.

“I’m chill,” Paige said, nonchalantly popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “You’re the one twitching every time our hands touch.”

You looked at her with wide eyes. “Because they’re gonna figure it out.”

“They already have, babe,” she murmured.

@reboundqueen: Babe. SHE SAID BABE. ROLL IT BACK.

@dormdetectives: I got time. I will be analyzing the audio. This is NOT a drill.

When KK returned, she raised an eyebrow. “Did I miss something?”

“Nope,” you said quickly. Too quickly.

Paige just grinned.

“Let’s get serious for a sec,” KK said, propping her chin in her hand. “Who’s the most romantic?”

You and Paige both froze. The silence was brief but brutal.

“Oh my God,” KK muttered. “It’s both of you. Y’all are in love or somethin’.”

The comments exploded:

@benchwarmerspy: NO CUZ KK JUST OUTED THEM 😭

@loveisintheair: I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. 2K LIKES AND I’LL MAKE A COMPILATION.

“Okay,” Paige said, standing up and stretching. “This has been fun. Love the fans. Love the theories. Gonna go jump out the window now.”

You grabbed her hand to stop her, and it stayed there longer than it should’ve. KK’s jaw dropped.

“No way. Y’all weren’t even subtle about that one.”

You exhaled slowly. “Okay, listen. It’s not what it looks like.”

“Girl, it’s exactly what it looks like,” KK said, grinning. “And honestly? About time.”

Paige sat back down beside you, her hand now resting between you two, pinky barely brushing yours. “We weren’t trying to hide it forever,” she said quietly.

“Just… not during a TikTok Live with 12k people watching,” you added.

KK looked at the camera. “So, um, y’all heard it here first? UConn WBB, always full of surprises.”

@wbbfanclub: WAIT. CONFIRMED?!

@courtchemistry: They said soft launch, then did a full hard launch mid-Live I’m crying

“Do we keep going or just end it now?” you asked Paige.

She smiled, her expression soft and sure. “Might as well give them a show now.”

“I was just trying to have a normal Friday night,” you sighed.

Paige rubbed your back in slow circles, too casually for how fast your heart was racing.

@uwubuckets: “SHE’S RUBBING HER BACK. IM UNWELL.”

@teamusincebirth: “so like…we all agree this is a hard launch right?”

@dykelore: “paige looks so proud of herself like yeah that’s my person 💅🏽”

@kkismymom: “KK instigating this like a professional agent of chaos”

KK leaned over the chat. “Y’all already trending.”

“Where?” you asked, alarmed.

“Twitter. TikTok. Probably LinkedIn.”

You buried your face in your hands. “We’re gonna have fan cams now, aren’t we?”

“Sit tight,” KK said gleefully. “Next question: Who made the first move?”

“She did,” Paige said, pointing at you.

“No,” you countered. “You kissed me after we won that scrimmage.”

“That was a celebration.”

“You called it a reward.”

@firstmovetruthers: “Paige making the first move checks out”

@Y/Nstan9000: “Y/N BLUSHED 😭 caught in 4k”

@kkarnolddefenseteam: “can we get KK a raise for being the chaos catalyst”

“Next one: When did y’all know it was more than teammates?”

“I think I always kinda knew,” Paige said. “But I knew for sure the day you twisted your ankle and I couldn’t stop panicking.”

You blinked at her.

“Why?”

“Because all I wanted to do was carry you off the court and punch the floor at the same time. That’s love, right?”

You were silent for a beat. “Yeah. That’s love.”

@emotionaldamagepls: “the ankle story? yeah i’m crying. fully crying.”

@gatoradewatergirl: “I’m sobbing in a Target parking lot. Thanks.”

@kkdeservesacookie: “KK is the real MVP for facilitating this chaos”

KK sniffled, wiping an invisible tear. “Y’all are disgusting. In a cute way.”

She checked the time. “I’m ending the live now before people start proposing for you.”

As the screen went black, a calm settled over the room. You leaned back into Paige. She laced her fingers with yours.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder. “I’m glad it’s out.”

“Me too.”

“Still can’t believe we came out during a TikTok Live,” you muttered.

“Legendary,” KK said, mouth full of popcorn.

Next Morning

@espnW: “BREAKING: Paige Bueckers and UConn teammate Y/N confirmed relationship during KK Arnold’s TikTok Live. Fans are losing their minds — and honestly, so are we.”

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author’s note: i got carried away HAHAHA this was so fun to write!! thanks so much for reading i hope u enjoyed!

[casssmalefantasy]

OFF MUTE — PAIGE BUECKERS X READER!

| synopsis: you never thought your casual scroll on tiktok would land you on a live with kk arnold and paige bueckers. but a last-minute song request, a few suspicious smiles, and one dm later… you’re starting to think paige might’ve just found her new favorite singer.

| warnings: secondhand embarrassment, lots of flirting, suggestive banter, minor swearing, social media chaos, and hints of mutual pining

| word count: 3.2k / part two

you’ve been a uconn wbb fan for a minute now. it started out casual—just catching games on tv and watching clips on twitter—but it quickly turned into something deeper. the kind where you know their next five matchups, have favorite pregame fits saved on your phone, and would absolutely fake confidence if any of them ever looked your way in person.

you’ve already been to two home games this season, and yes, you may or may not have replayed that one clip of paige doing a no-look dime to azzi like thirty times.

so when you see kkarnold2 pop up in your tiktok live notifications, your fingers move before your brain even catches up.

you click in.

the screen loads, and there they are—kk and paige, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on what looks like paige’s bed, a mountain of snacks behind them and the sound of a basketball game from the tv playing in the background.

“we live. what’s up girly pops,” kk says immediately, grinning into the camera. she does a peace sign while sticking her tounge out, and paige snorts beside her.

“hey girly pops,” paige mimics, reaching for a gummy worm. “i sound just like camera, huh?.” she says while smirking.

“girl boo,” kk says. “you lucky i invited you. the people don’t come here for you.”

“bold lie,” paige says, looking directly into the camera now. “they definitely come for me. watch this—”

she leans in closer. “talent show.”

and just like that, the comments start exploding. people are begging to go live. some are typing “i can do a backflip on command” and others are already screaming “PAIGE I LOVE YOU” in all caps.

you laugh to yourself, just watching. you remember the last “talent show” live they did. someone tried to do a magic trick and exposed themselves accidentally. it was chaos.

kk starts accepting people randomly—one girl screams as soon as the camera flips, another guy attempts to rap, and two different girls sing a snippet of sza before fangirling too hard to finish.

you pause for a second. bite your lip. then… screw it. you hit the request button.

you don't actually expect anything, though.

“ooh hold up,” kk says, squinting. “this username kinda cute. should i let them in?”

paige leans over to look at her screen. “wait, show me the pfp.”

there’s a beat.

then paige goes quiet. really quiet.

so quiet you hear her say under her breath, “pretty.”

but the mic picks it up.

kk turns to look at her, then immediately starts grinning. “paige.”

before you can panic and back out, your screen changes.

you’re live.

with paige bueckers staring directly at you.

“yo!” kk cheers. “we got a new one. say what’s up!”

“h-hi,” you manage, trying not to sound like your heart’s doing jumping jacks. “uh… i wasn’t actually expecting to get in.”

“too late now,” paige says, smiling. “you’re here. what’s your talent?”

you blink. “uh… i sing.”

“yesss,” kk claps. “okay pick a song, we ready.”

“you pick,” you say, a little bolder now. “what do you want to hear?”

paige doesn’t even hesitate. “sza. sing ‘love language.’”

you raise an eyebrow. “is that your favorite or something?”

paige shrugs, but she’s smirking. “might be.”

you set your phone down, take a breath, and hit play on the instrumental in the background.

the second the first note drops, paige mouths the intro. then stops completely once you start singing.

you’re locked in now—soft, smooth vocals floating through the speaker. eyes half-closed. completely in your element.

the chat explodes.

@buckets4bueckers: WAIT SHE CAN ACTUALLY SING

@kkarnoldstan420: PAIGE LOOKING LIKE SHE'S IN LOVE RN

@d1gf4paige: this girl is fine AND talented??? bye.

@fuddnation: paige got her mouth open 😭

@bueckherdownbad: THE WAY PAIGE LOOKED AT HER??? I’M SWEATING

@paigesgfconfirmed: y’all this is the real draft night

@szaandslay: girl sang sza and stole paige’s heart on live… legend

@loveandlayups: paige better dm her RIGHT NOW

you keep going. full verse, chorus, little riff at the end.

when you finish, there’s a few seconds of silence.

then—

“oh my god,” kk says. “no cause you ate that.”

“like, actually,” paige says, still staring. “you’re insane.”

you glance at the chat. one comment catches your eye: “paige been smiling since she joined.”

paige reads it too. she covers her mouth, laughing. then leans out of frame and lightly punches kk in the arm.

“you see how they got me lookin right now?”

kk cackles. “you did it to yourself.”

“nah. don’t even start right now.” paige says

you’re blushing hard now. “okayyyy i think it’s time to pass the mic to someone else.”

paige frowns. “what? no, sing another.”

you shake your head, trying to keep it smooth. “wish i could, but i got homework. maybe next time.”

kk nods. “respect. education comes first. even if paige is heartbroken.”

“literally shut up,” paige says, half-laughing, half-hiding her face.

she suddenly turns to kk. “wait—mute the live real quick.”

kk gives her a look, but does it.

the screen goes silent for twenty seconds. they’re clearly talking. paige’s hands are moving a lot.

then the live un-mutes.

paige leans back into the camera. “thank you for joining. you’re seriously amazing.”

“come back next time!” kk adds. “we need some more.”

you smile. “will do. night y’all.”

the second you leave the live, your phone buzzes.

followed by: paigebueckers and kkarnold2

then—another notification.

dm from paigebueckers:

hey. you really killed that. we should talk more sometime.

and you sit there smiling, already typing your message back to her.

[intoblonde6ftwbbplayers]

lil Paige one shot

im bored rn || request are open!

also yes ik none of this is accurate probs but pls dont judge.

pairing - Paige Bueckers x y/n reader

summary - you and Paige are "close" fiends and the fans are suspicious especially seeing you guys interact on Kk's live

warnings - none just pure fluff and clingy Paige

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Looking over at KK and Ice who had stopped arguing long enough to finally start the live. You went over to them and say hi to the people.

A string of comments rolled in asking how you were and how your test went last week. Even though you weren't on the team you were always with them, on lives, in posts, anywhere.

'Y/N OMG MY QUEEN HOW WAS YOUR TEST?'

'I LOVE Y/N'

'y/n you're so pretty ilyyy'

'Y/N Y/N Y/N'

'y/n apartment tour??'

'oh to be y/n'

you always loved reading comments. they were mostly kind to you and people were pretty funny. You would especially laugh when they realized Paige was there and start thirsting over her. I mean they weren't wrong about what they were saying about her.

Distracted while reading comments you didn't even notice the fact Paige was there you until she came up and wrapped her arms around your waist hugging you from behind putting her face in your neck.

"hey ma" she said into your neck that nickname had you weak although you tired your best to hide it.

Paige loved having her head in your neck or lying on you. Ever since the first time she fell asleep in 2 seconds after laying her head in your lap she decided that leaning her head on you was the best place in the world. Only for her though.

You didn't know it but whenever your other friends would get overly touchy with you it would make her so incredibly jealous. She would make it her mission to never leave you alone long enough for the to happen but thats a story for another time.

"Hey lil Paigey" you said teasingly to her. You called her a lot of nicknames but that one was always so funny to you and it was your favorite. Paige just hummed in response taking a deep breath still in her same position.

"you okay?" you asked quieter and with a little concern as she normally had so much energy but it seamed like right now all she wanted to do was be held (by you).

"dont worry y/n she's just tired from practice" Ice said.

"yeah a certain P Boogers forgot to set an alarm and showed up late to practice so coach made her do suicides" Kk said laughing a bit as they've all been there in the past and tease each other whenever something like this happens.

"broooo" Paige said finally looking up at KK and Ice. They both laugh at their teammate knowing its not serious and go back to answering comments from the live. So you go to do the same.

'is it just me or is Paige always touching y/n'

'I NEED PAIGE AND Y/N TO DATE'

'PAIGE IS SO FINE OMG'

'nah y/n and Paige need to just admit it atp'

'KK ILYYYYY'

'they never beating the allegations'

'PAIGE IS SO CUTE OMFG'

'I need to know what Geno said to Paige when she got there late'

As you scan through the comment you just laugh slightly and shake your head. One particularly got you to actually let out a laugh and you read it out loud.

"read these comments and found out they AREN'T tg??" just making you giggle again.

"sorry to break it to you guys but me and Paige are not dating she's just a little clingy" you say ending the sentence looking over at the blonde girl who is still wrapped around you.

While your speaking Kk moves to sit on the floor going to start on her legos but not before turning the camera to face you, Paige, and Ice

"I think it's more than a little at this point" Ice said looking at the two of you.

Before you can reply you're being pulled back the other side of the couch. You let yourself be dragged by Paige having an idea of what she wants. She sits you both down on the couch and goes to hug your waist again immediately collapsing into you like you knew she probably had been wanting to.

Kk and Ice look over and shake their heads at their teammate who is gripping onto you like a koala right now and Kk catching it all on camera

"alright maybe its more then a little but I don't mind" You say looking back at Ice while your hands slowly start running up and down Paiges back making their way under her hoodie to do so like you've done a million times

you've all forget about the live that Kk has currently propped up to face the three of you

"oh we know you don't" Ice replies with the biggest smirk ever

thats when you guys all remember your one live so when you look at the screen you already know all the comments are going to be about you and Paige

Kk tosses you the phone and you catch it now holding it so the screen looks like a FaceTime

you read though the comment and reply to as many as you can

'are you and Paige dating?' "no guys we are not dating just really good friends" you say with a soft smile looking down at her half asleep with her face in your chest

'idk if I wanna be y/n or Paige in this situation'

'PAIGE IS TOO CUTE OMFG'

'Y/N UR SO PRETTY ILYYYY'

'y/n and Paige deniers real quiet rn'

'Paige and Y/n are meant for each other'

'PAIGE AND Y/N SUPREMACY'

"listen guys if you've never cuddled with friends you're missing out just saying" you say with a shrug moving the camera to Paige knowing thats who most people wanna see anyway

"Paige anything you wanna say?" you say in a different tone knowing that everyone could probably hear the smile you have while talking to her. Because yes you did like Paige but you weren't sure if she liked you.

"Nah y/n right we just friends.. and I had a long day" Paige says turning her head so only half of it is against you now

"what's that thing called love-smth with like 5 different ones?" She asks you moving her head so her chin in now resting against you scooting up so your faces are closer and you're looking right at each other (with heart eyes coming from both of you)

"5 love languages?"

"mhm those isn't one of em touch or sum shit?" Paige asks you making sure she's right and once you nod she moves back to using you like a pillow and facing the screen again

"Yeah so I think its just that me and y/n both like the physical touch one so thats why we like this" Paige said to the fans knowing thats not the real reason she's so clingy with you

all you do is hum in response and begin playing with Paiges hair while she talks to the live

this goes on for a couple minutes until you hear Paiges talking slowing down and see her struggling to keep her eyes open

You take this as a sign that it might be time to end the live as Ice has gone to her room and Kk is locked in on the legos she's building

you take the phone from Paige and she mumbles a sleepy "thank you ma"

"alright guys we're all a little tired so ima end the live. We love you guys bye!" you say finally ending the live and tossing the phone back to Kk

Paige shift on top of you trying to get comfortable and as always she ends up with her head in the crook of you neck and her hands find their way to your hips under your hoodie

"I got you p just go to sleep" you say quietly in her ear as her breathing slows down and her eyes flutter shut

once the words leave your lips you can feel your own body relaxing further into the couch and let yourself fall asleep with her as well knowing that when you wake up there will be countless photos of you both circulating the gc and possibly their stories

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thank you for reading

I hope you enjoyed!

[vicsstufff]

LOVE LANGUAGE —

۶ৎ - summary: talk to me in your love language, show me how to connect to you. headcanons about the love language of some of the uconn wbb girls!

۶ৎ - wc: 888

۶ৎ - content/players: p. bueckers, m. cheli, k. arnold, c. ducharme, a. fudd, a. griffin and s. strong + j. watkins !

authors note | HEADCANONS! idk what to say tbh. enjoy!

P.B 5 — PHYSICAL TOUCH

this girl is touchy asf, can’t get her hands off you, don’t get me started the times you guys have been caught in live because of her.

“private but not a secret.” goes down the drain after being together for 4 months. how? the time you, paige and caroline went shopping, a fan spotted both of you in the nike shop. when they were building up courage to go and ask for a picture (while filming both of you) paige boldly kissed you unexpectedly because you got angry at her for not choosing quickly.

she doesn’t regret getting exposed in X, she can now enjoy her girl freely.

don’t allow her to get too comfortable! in dinner nights with friends, her hand will linger to far up your thigh or will suddenly squeeze your boob thinking nobody is watching. she is definitely both ass and boob girl (she can’t choose!) i can see her pressing herself against your back while you cook, shopping, brushing your teeth and doing your make up. lovesss helping you do your skincare or preparing a bath for you after a long day.

you always have a arm around your waist or shoulders.

M.C 23 — QUALITY TIME

her schedule now that she has joined uconn’s basketball team, is full but she always make space for you, binge eating to a random 2000’s love movie, or just spending time watching tv, enjoying each others presence, she loves feeling that you are there with her.

drags you to the gym (even if you don’t do anything), having you sleep in top of her, just hearing your breathing and feeling your heartbeat makes her happy.

protect her. please. girl be tripping on the smoothest walkway possible, she will say she doesn’t need you protecting her, but! will feel giddy in love when you protect her. will also show you sign language! (don’t worry about her getting frustrated when you don’t remember a sign, she has tank full of patience just for you). going back to the part of protecting her, she is also a basketball magnet, you can’t do much for her when she is practicing or in a game.

K.A 2 — GIVING GIFTS

not only does she give you candy, clothes etc. she gives you parts of herself (the team knows she is WHIPPED when they see her sharing her trufru with you) don’t you dare reject her gifts! not only will she feel bad but she’ll also force you to accept them (there’s no way out) takes caroline and azzi with her to the mall, helping her choose gifts (and also bc they won’t leave her there)

C.D 33 — ACTS OF SERVICE

we know this girl carries the team on her shoulders, the perfect mom to a group full of children only being serious when playing with a ball.

you need help on a project? there she is, finishing it within hours, you got in trouble? she speaks calmly with your teacher (her voice is so soothing, i can she her whispering songs or praises while you lay your head on her chest, caressing your hair)

A.F 35 — PHYSICAL TOUCH

her schedule is also full, but 2X more, adds, sponsorships, games, practice, college, like it’s a lot, but there’s nothing this girl can do! so, she also makes quiet moments part of her schedule, like staring at the stars after her basketball practice, analyzing games, or yapping about random things late at night.

A.G 44 — WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

her words are genuine and tender, you could just be cooking and she would start praising randomly, i can also see her commenting wild things on your instagram.

you finished you homework quickly? she is praising you for it, she loves the dress you picked for your anniversary? she is washing you with praises. you are so perfect and beautiful, she needs to let you know!

S.S 21 — QUALITY TIME

she is so giggly and awkward, i love her.

she values any time spent together, even if it’s just hanging out, talking about the past, or watching her do shots. help her with media training, she sometimes forgets where she is and doesn’t listen to what the media questioned. she genuinely questions herself rather present you to the team, not because she is embarrassed of you but because she is afraid they will scare you away.

like, they’re freshman got a lady? they NEED to meet her, no excuses! if she reuses the idea, they make a whole plan to catch her on a date with you.

J.W 12 — PHYSICAL TOUCH

i am confident in my instincts and i know this girl is touchy (off camera!) a funny scenario i can see is that while dominique is filming, she focuses on you and juju, she has your arm wrapped around your shoulders while your head is resting on her shoulder and lingering your hand on her thigh, you see she focuses the camera on you two and you immediately separate, juju is hella confused and looks at you, her eyebrows knitted together, her head snaps towards dominique who still has the camera pointed towards you and she gives dominique the fattest side eye ever (obviously she edited that part out)

she is so cuddly after practice or a game, laying her entire body on you.

[purplepaigepurple535]

stop it

[volimtem]

they look so fineee we need the bb szn tiktoks Nowww😭

[lexipoo]

[bueckersstuff]

HER NEW OBSESSION

Part I Part II Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

You and Paige didn’t talk about that night.

You didn’t talk about the way she touched your face.

Didn’t talk about the way she looked at you.

Didn’t talk about the way her voice had dropped when she told you not to walk in looking like that again.

It was easier to act like it never happened.

So that’s exactly what you both did.

Things were awkward—but manageable. Civil, even.

A few words exchanged in passing.

Normal. Forgettable.

Like nothing ever happened.

And if Paige started acting a little different?

A little distant?

A little too reckless with the way she was bringing girls home?

That was her business.

Not yours.

Azzi brought it up first.

You were sitting outside between classes when she plopped down beside you, stretching her legs out.

"Paige has been weird lately," she said, brows furrowed.

You kept your face neutral. "Weird how?"

"I don’t know," Azzi sighed. "She’s been zoning out a lot. At practice, in class… Just looks lost in thought. It’s not like her. Have you noticed anything? You live with her."

You blinked.

"No."

"Really?"

"Really," you shrugged. "She keeps to herself. I don’t know what’s going on with her."

Azzi studied you for a second before sighing.

"Maybe she’s just in her own head," she muttered, rubbing her temple. "Whatever it is, it’s messing with her game."

You didn’t have an answer for that.

Because really, you didn’t know what was going on with Paige.

All you knew was that things felt different.

Paige came home late that night. Later than usual.

Her hoodie was damp from the rain, her sneakers scuffed from whatever drills they had at practice. She barely looked at you as she kicked them off by the door, dragging her feet toward the couch where you sat.

You didn’t acknowledge her either.

You just kept scrolling through your phone, letting the glow of the screen illuminate your face.

This had become the norm between you two.

She did her thing. You did yours. No unnecessary words. No acknowledgment of the tension hanging thick in the air.

You expected her to grab a drink, maybe disappear into her room like she always did.

Instead, she hovered.

She stood there for a second, looking at you like she was debating something, then without warning—

"Don’t move."

Her voice was quiet. Rough around the edges.

You barely had time to register the words before she dropped onto the couch beside you.

Then—she stretched out.

And suddenly, her head was in your lap.

Your whole body went stiff.

The weight of her pressed against you—warm, heavy, solid.

She had one arm slung over her face, shielding her eyes from view. Her other hand rested loosely against her stomach, fingers twitching like she couldn’t get comfortable.

She didn’t say anything else. Didn’t explain.

She just lay there.

Seconds passed.

You swallowed.

It was weird.

Paige had never done this before.

You opened your mouth—to say what, you didn’t know—but then you noticed the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers curled slightly, like she was holding something in.

Like she was trying not to break.

Your mouth snapped shut.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, frozen.

A few minutes? An hour?

But then Paige twitched.

A quiet sound left her lips—almost a whimper.

You looked down, startled.

Her brows were furrowed, her jaw clenched.

She was having a dream. A bad one.

Your hand hovered above her hair.

Hesitating.

Paige wasn’t the type to let herself be vulnerable, not like this.

If she woke up and saw you comforting her, she might hate you for it.

But then she twitched again.

This time, her whole body tensed.

You sighed. Then, slowly, carefully, you ran your fingers through her hair.

Soft. Slow.

Paige exhaled.

A deep, relieved breath, like something inside her had just uncoiled.

Her body melted against you.

The tension in her shoulders eased, and her grip on herself loosened.

Your hand kept moving, threading through her hair, scratching lightly at her scalp.

She sighed again, turning her face slightly, pressing into you.

The warmth of her breath ghosted against your stomach.

You swallowed hard.

She looked so different like this. So unguarded.

And that scared you more than anything.

You should stop.

You should wake her up.

But instead—you kept going.

Your fingers traced through her hair, and you let yourself watch her for just a little longer.

And before you knew it—you fell asleep too.

You woke up feeling light. Too light.

Like you weren’t even on the couch anymore.

It took you a second to realize—you weren’t.

You kept your breathing even, your body still, pretending to be asleep as you felt strong arms carrying you effortlessly through the dimly lit room.

Paige.

You knew it was her before you even opened your eyes. The scent of her shampoo, the familiar warmth of her body so close to yours—it was unmistakable.

She was careful, her grip steady, one arm hooked beneath your knees, the other wrapped securely around your back. Each step was measured, like she was trying not to wake you.

But she didn’t know. You were already awake.

Your heart pounded as she reached your room, the bed dipping slightly as she gently set you down on the mattress. But she didn’t pull away immediately.

She lingered.

You felt her staring.

A breath hitched. Not yours. Hers.

Then, before you could fully process it, you felt her fingers—light, hesitant—trailing along your face. A soft touch brushing against your cheek, smoothing over your hair. A quiet, barely-there caress, like she was fighting herself the entire time.

“Fuck,” she whispered, voice rough, strained, like she was battling something she was losing to.

Your stomach clenched.

Her breathing deepened. You could feel it—warm, shaky, right against your skin. The air between you crackled with something heavy, something dangerous. Your mind raced. What was she doing? What was she thinking? Was she about to—

Your eyes snapped open.

Paige froze.

Wide-eyed, you stared at her. Her face was close. Too close. Her pupils were blown, her lips slightly parted, her entire body tense like she’d just been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

But she didn’t move away.

She just looked at you.

Like she wanted something.

Like she needed something.

And who were you to deny her that?

You swallowed hard, pulse hammering against your throat. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. Even if this was a game to her, even if she was only doing this out of some curiosity—

You wanted her, too.

Suddenly, Paige looked so different in your eyes.

Your body moved before your mind caught up. You inched closer. Just a little. Just enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.

Paige sucked in a breath.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, voice rough, like she already knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway.

You exhaled shakily. “Go on.”

She looked wrecked—like that was all the permission she needed, yet somehow it still wasn’t enough. She hesitated, her lips parting like she was about to say something.

“You sure?” she rasped. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

But you were already nodding—

Not even finished—

Before she was kissing you.

It was desperate, unrestrained, like she had been imagining this moment for far too long. Like she had played this scenario in her head over and over again until she couldn’t take it anymore.

She pulled back, her breath ragged, her fingers digging into the sheets beside your head.

Her eyes burned into yours, shocked—by herself, by you, by this entire moment.

And then—

She kissed you again.

Harder. Hungrier.

Like she had been celibate for years and was finally breaking. Like she had been starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy her now.

Your fingers curled into her hoodie, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body press flush against yours.

“Shit,” Paige groaned against your lips, deep and guttural, like she had been holding herself back for too long and was finally giving in.

She needed this.

She needed you.

And the scariest part?

You needed her back.

Paige was on top of you now.

Her weight pressing you into the mattress, her hands gripping the sheets beside your head, her knee between your legs—keeping you right where she wanted you.

Her breath was heavy, uneven, hot against your skin.

You felt caged in.

Pinned.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

She swallowed hard, her eyes dark, wild. Her hair fell forward, strands tickling your cheek.

Her thumb brushed the corner of your mouth—almost absentmindedly, like she was memorizing you.

She’s looking at you like she didn’t know whether to hold you or devour you.

“Tell me to stop,” she muttered, her voice raw. “Because if you don’t—I won’t.”

You should say something.

You should think.

You should be rational.

But Paige was on top of you.

And rationality had long left the room.

Instead, you tipped your chin up, closer to her lips.

“Then don’t,” you whispered.

A sound left her—half a curse, half a groan.

Then—she snapped.

Paige crashed her lips back onto yours, harder, deeper, messier than before.

She kissed you like she was angry—like she was furious that she wanted you this much.

Like she had been fighting this feeling for too damn long and finally, finally—she lost.

Her hands roamed on your waist, stomach, legs—gripping, squeezing, taking.

She cursed under her breath, words tumbling out between kisses, hushed and wrecked.

“Fuck—” she muttered, dragging her lips across your jaw.

Her hands burned against your skin, sliding beneath fabric, exploring, teasing, taking.

“You don’t even know—” she exhaled against your throat, her breath hot, shivering.

Your fingers found the edges of her hoodie, fisting the material, anchoring yourself.

Paige’s lips were everywhere—neck, collarbone, pulse point—like she was trying to memorize the taste of you.

A deep, needy sound rumbled from her chest as she pulled back, eyes flickering over you.

Her gaze darkened.

She swallowed.

"You’re gonna be the fucking death of me," she rasped, voice wrecked.

Then she kissed you again.

Like she needed you to breathe.

Her hands slid down your waist, gripping tighter, as if afraid you'd disappear.

You gasped against her mouth, overwhelmed by her—the weight of her, the heat, the way she fit against you so perfectly.

Paige groaned, her lips barely breaking from yours as she whispered, "God—"

The room was spinning.

Everything was Paige.

Paige, who had you pinned.

Paige, who couldn’t seem to get enough of you.

Paige, who never let herself want you—until now.

She slowed, her forehead pressing against yours, breath mixing.

For a moment, neither of you moved, lingering in the space between something reckless and something devastatingly inevitable.

Then, almost hesitantly, Paige pulled back—just an inch, just enough to meet your gaze.

Her fingers traced your jaw, her breathing still ragged.

"Tell me you regret this," she murmured, but the way she looked at you—like she was praying you wouldn’t—made your stomach tighten.

You stared up at her.

At Paige, breathless, flushed, staring like she had no clue what to do with herself.

And then you whispered, “I don’t.”

Something inside her broke.

Paige let out a shaky breath, eyes flickering down to your lips, her grip tightening on you—

Then, this time, when she kissed you—

She didn’t hold back.

She took.

And you let her.

Let yourself forget everything else.

And when it was over—when exhaustion finally won and you collapsed beside her, tangled, breathless, spent—Paige reached for your hand.

Just barely.

Just enough for your fingers to brush.

A silent something.

You didn’t pull away.

And that was enough.

For now.

And just like that—she fell asleep.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the empty space beside you.

Paige was gone.

Your body still felt heavy, like you were weighed down by last night, but the absence of warmth next to you made something tighten in your chest.

You sat up slowly, heart pounding as fragments of last night came flooding back.

Paige’s hands, firm and desperate.

The way she looked at you, like she was starving.

The way she touched you, like she was memorizing every inch.

The way she broke apart in your arms.

Heat crept up your neck as you buried your face in your hands, mortified.

What the hell did we do?

The door to her room was shut.

Your stomach turned.

Did she regret it?

Before the panic could fully settle in, your eyes flickered to the kitchen counter.

A small, folded note rested next to a glass of water.

You hesitated before reaching for it, your fingers slightly trembling.

"Got practice. See you later. We'll talk."

You exhaled, shoulders slumping.

It wasn’t a dismissal.

But it wasn’t a promise either.

Still, she left a note.

And somehow, that stopped the anxious spiral forming in your chest.

For now.

You tried to go about your day as if nothing happened.

Class felt longer than usual.

Lunch felt off, like everyone could see through you.

Your skin tingled at the thought of Paige.

You weren’t sure how to act—how to feel.

Did last night mean something to her?

Or was it just another mistake she’d rather forget?

You didn’t text her.

She didn’t text you.

And yet, the anticipation sat heavy in your stomach, a constant, nagging thing that wouldn’t leave.

You heard the front door open before you saw her.

Paige walked in, fresh from practice, hair damp from a shower, hoodie slung low over her eyes.

You sat on the couch, pretending to scroll through your phone, but your heart hammered.

She didn’t say anything at first.

Just kicked off her sneakers, stretched, then sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Silence.

Awkward.

Then—

"So," Paige finally said, voice almost careful, like she was testing the air. "How are you feeling?"

You blinked. "What?"

She turned her head slightly, watching you. "After last night."

Your face burned.

"Paige—!"

She smirked, leaning back against the cushions. "What? It’s a valid question."

You glared at her, heart racing, but her teasing smirk only deepened.

You hated that she looked so relaxed.

Like she wasn’t unraveling inside the way you were.

But then her voice softened.

"I'm serious, though. Did I... make you feel good?"

You gasped, horrified.

"Paige—!"

She burst out laughing, throwing her head back, and for some reason, that made you relax.

The tension cracked, just a little.

She still looked like your roommate.

Not just the girl who had wrecked you the night before.

Your shoulders eased, lips pressing into a reluctant smile.

"You're insufferable," you muttered.

Paige only grinned.

And then—as if she hadn’t just turned your entire world upside down—she stretched her arms out, tilting her head towards her room.

"If you ever wanna do it again," she said casually, "just open my door."

Your jaw dropped.

She was joking.

Right?

Paige smirked at your stunned silence, then stood up and disappeared into her room—leaving you sitting there, heart pounding, pulse racing, brain an absolute mess.

Shit.

You sat there frozen, Paige’s words echoing in your mind.

"If you ever wanna do it again, just open my door."

Like it was nothing.

Like last night hadn’t been a complete shift in whatever the hell your relationship was.

You swallowed hard, gripping your phone as if it could ground you.

Paige was already in her room, like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.

And now you were left sitting there, heart pounding, body still remembering the feel of her hands, her mouth, the weight of her on top of you.

Shit.

You shook your head, forcing yourself to snap out of it.

She was joking. She had to be.

Paige had always been playful, teasing, cocky—but this?

This was new.

This was her acknowledging what happened.

And giving you a choice.

You exhaled slowly, fingers twitching at your side, the ghost of her touch still lingering.

You wouldn’t.

You shouldn’t.

But something in you itched.

Your eyes flickered to the hallway, where her door sat just barely closed.

Like she had left it open just enough.

Your body moved before your mind could stop it.

One step.

Then another.

The apartment was silent, save for the distant hum of the AC.

Your breath felt too loud.

Your pulse, too erratic.

Paige’s door was within reach now.

You stared at it.

Fingers grazing the surface.

Paige.

Your roommate.

Your friend.

The girl who had spent the last few weeks making you question everything.

Would she really be okay with this?

Would you?

Your heart pounded as you pushed the door open, just a little.

The room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the city lights outside the window.

And then you saw her.

Lying on her bed, hoodie off, tank top loose around her collarbone.

She wasn’t sleeping.

She was waiting.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Paige turned her head, eyes locking onto yours.

And just like that—you were done for.

"Couldn’t resist, huh?" she murmured, voice low, teasing—but there was something else in her eyes.

Something you couldn’t ignore.

Something dangerous.

"Shut up," you muttered, stepping inside.

Her lips curled, but she stayed where she was, watching you with that same unreadable intensity.

You closed the door behind you.

And this time, you didn’t hesitate.

Things didn’t change after that night. Not really.

Paige still woke up early for practice.

You still had your usual schedule.

You still passed each other in the dorm, civil, casual, normal.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But one thing was different.

The flings? Gone.

No girls slipping out of her room in the morning.

No hushed phone calls when she thought you weren’t listening.

No stolen glances across campus, no girls hanging off her after practice.

Nothing.

It was subtle at first. You didn’t notice right away.

But then the silence became too loud to ignore.

And the absence of something that had always been there felt heavier than its presence ever did.

You sat in your usual seat in the lecture hall, half-listening to the professor drone on about something you were too distracted to absorb.

Paige sat two rows ahead, leaned back, one arm lazily draped over the chair beside her.

Your eyes flickered to her out of habit.

It was a small thing, but she seemed… restless.

Fidgeting with her pen.

Checking her phone, then locking it without typing anything.

Tapping her fingers against the desk, brow furrowed like something was off.

You shouldn’t care.

You really shouldn’t.

But you noticed it anyway.

Just like you noticed how she didn’t disappear after class anymore.

How she started walking home at the same time as you, without actually walking with you.

How she lingered in the apartment more, flipping through channels on the couch instead of heading out.

And the most obvious thing—

How there was never anyone else around.

You came out of your room late that night, half-asleep, mind too clouded to care about anything except getting water.

Paige was already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, spinning a basketball absentmindedly between her fingers.

She glanced up when she saw you, eyes flicking over you for a brief second before returning to the ball.

"You good?" she asked.

"Yeah," you mumbled, opening the fridge. "Just thirsty."

Paige hummed. "Should probably keep a bottle in your room then."

You rolled your eyes. "Didn’t realize I needed survival tactics in my own apartment."

A small smirk ghosted over her lips. "You never know."

You scoffed, grabbing your drink, but as you turned, something in your chest tightened.

Because for the first time in a long time—Paige was alone.

No one texting her.

No one waiting for her.

No plans.

Just her.

And you.

And suddenly, you weren’t so sure that things hadn’t changed after all.

It had been a week.

A week of avoiding certain thoughts.

A week of pretending nothing had changed.

A week of stealing glances and pretending you weren’t.

But when Paige walked through the door that night, all of that forgotten restraint wavered.

She looked exhausted.

Hair damp from a post-game shower, shoulders slumped under her hoodie, her duffel bag hanging from one hand. A hard loss.

You’d seen her upset before, but this was different. She looked…defeated.

You weren’t sure what to say, so you said nothing. Instead, you grabbed your phone and sent a text.

You: There’s ice cream in the freezer if you want some. You look like you need it.

A moment later, her phone buzzed in her pocket. You saw her pull it out, glance at the screen, then pause.

Her eyes flickered up—slightly wide, slightly hesitant.

Then she pulled her phone up, typed something back, and a second later, your phone vibrated.

Paige: How’d you text me?

You frowned, typing back quickly.

You: You gave me your number that night I got rained on, remember?

She read the message.

Then exhaled a quiet chuckle before disappearing into her room.

You assumed that was the end of it.

But minutes later, her door creaked open.

She stepped out, barefoot, hair still slightly damp, wearing an oversized hoodie and sweatpants.

No words.

No dramatic entrance.

Just her standing there, looking at you with a gaze that felt too heavy.

You blinked. “Ice cream’s in the—”

She cut you off by walking straight to the couch and dropping onto it, right next to you.

“…You okay?” you asked carefully.

She didn’t answer right away, just leaned her head back against the cushion with a slow exhale.

Then—

“I fucking hate losing.”

You huffed a small laugh. “Yeah, I kinda figured.”

She turned her head slightly, looking at you.

"Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it," she muttered.

That surprised you.

You hesitated before saying, "It is, though. You're literally one of the best."

Paige’s lips twitched at that, but she didn’t deny it.

Instead, she stared at you for a second longer, her eyes flickering—like she was thinking too hard.

Like there was something she wanted to say but wasn’t saying.

And then, just when you were about to break the silence, she shifted.

Not away—closer.

The air felt tight instantly.

You swallowed. It was too familiar.

Paige tilted her head, gaze flickering down to your lips before she caught herself and looked away.

She exhaled.

Then, so quietly you barely caught it—

“…I need a release.”

Your breath hitched.

She didn’t say it like that—not overtly, not intentionally sultry.

It slipped out like a confession.

Your stomach flipped.

"Why not go to one of your flings?" you asked, the words out before you could stop them.

Paige huffed a soft, almost amused breath. "Haven't been interested."

You frowned. "What, just like that?"

She turned fully now, one leg tucking onto the couch, facing you entirely.

Then, with zero hesitation, she said—

"I think I found a new obsession."

Your heart stopped.

Paige didn’t say it outright.

Didn’t spell it out.

But the way she looked at you?

She might as well have.

You swallowed hard, but before you could even process it, she was already leaning in.

And this time, you let her.

The first brush of her lips was slow. Testing.

Then, when you didn’t pull away—when you sighed into it—she gripped the back of your neck and kissed you harder.

Desperate.

Like she had been waiting for this. For the whole week.

Like she had been holding back, like having you so near and her not being able to touch you, tortured her.

Your hands found her hoodie, fisting the fabric as she deepened the kiss.

A small, frustrated noise slipped from her throat before she pushed you back against the couch, climbing over you, straddling you completely.

Your breath hitched.

Her hands skimmed down your sides. Your stomach tensed under her touch.

Paige pulled back just slightly, forehead resting against yours, breath uneven.

Then—

“Tell me to stop.”

Your pulse hammered.

"Because I can't."

You didn’t tell her to stop.

Instead, you pulled her back down.

And that was all it took for her to lose control.

Paige groaned against your lips, like she had been waiting for this, like holding back had been hell.

Her hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, your thighs, slipping under your hoodie like she was desperate to feel you.

The heat between you was suffocating.

Her lips trailed down to your jaw, your neck, her breath hot against your skin.

You gasped when her teeth scraped against your pulse, and that sound—that sound—made Paige curse under her breath.

"Fuck," she murmured, voice husky. "You're gonna kill me."

Your grip tightened in her hoodie, trying to ground yourself, but Paige wasn’t letting you.

She was losing herself in you.

Her hands framed your face, her forehead pressing against yours as she tried to catch her breath.

"You don’t know what you're doing to me," she muttered, like she was mad about it.

You did.

You could feel it in the way she touched you—starved, impatient, obsessed.

But then, suddenly, Paige slowed.

Her lips still hovered close, her hands still gripping you tight, but her movements turned… deliberate.

Like she wanted to memorize you.

Like she was savoring something she wasn’t sure she could have again.

And that—that scared you.

Because it meant this wasn’t just about a release.

It was more.

But before you could process it, Paige kissed you again—deeper, slower, like she was making sure you felt it.

You let yourself drown.

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[elalfywhore]

partition • pazzi x reader

tonight was all about paige, as much as you loved to be the center of attention; you had to let her have her night.

azzi had already talked to you about this earlier in the day while she was getting glammed up, asking you for no fits, no snarky comments and no bratty behavior. the night went amazing; the draft had ended hours ago, team dinner was done and now the club was coming to an end.

it was about 4am when you checked your phone, you were sitting on paige’s right leg and azzi on her left; the three of you wearing dallas wings hats as paige felt up both of your thighs. you guys had spent the last 4 hours dancing and drinking the night away with your friends but now, your feet are killing you and you want nothing more than a street hot dog and your bed.

paige however; looks just as alive as she did when they called her name as she bites her lip, admiring yours and azzis bodies in your dresses. while your guys’ relationship was a secret the section at the club was private; you were pretty sure the bottle girls had to sign some kind of nda to work here tonight.

“you tired, baby?” paige asks, making you glance up from your phone. she must’ve noticed how your energy had plummeted in the last 30 minutes. “no, i’m okay.” you smile, assuming she’d want to stay out and continue to finish her time. “are you sure? you look tired?” azzi asks, making you shrug this time. “c’mon, let’s get going im ready to go anyway.” paige says, patting you and azzi both on your butts; signaling to get up.

you all get up and grab your belongings, saying your goodbyes and making the long journey to the car.

“that was so fun, im so proud of you.” azzi says, smiling to paige as you walk about a foot ahead of them but in the middle. “thank you, babe. couldn’t have done it without you two.” paige smiles, reaching to pinch your cheek; making you giggle and speed up your walk a bit.

once you guys get to the car you remembered what you had forgotten in your drunken state; the dallas wings sent paige a limo for the night, assuming she’d be riding with all her friends but it was just the three of you in reality. “i forgot about this” you blurt out, face a perplexed. “did you?” azzi giggles, letting her hand come to graze your hips. you hear the car door open and watch as the male driver gets out the car, coming around to open the door for the three of you.

“good evening, i hope you had a great time, miss buckers.” he greets politely, gesturing for us to enter the door. “i did, thanks man.” paige smiles, grabbing your hand guiding you into the back of the limo. once your sat inside you look at the exterior as she helps azzi in. it’s spacious, the couch wrapping all around the back in a U shape, it’s all white with an led rim that’s shaded to a light purple. there’s a small table in the middle, bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne, a few glasses set on the table.

you throw you head back, thinking it’s time to relax but as the car door shuts and paige finds herself comfortable between you and azzi; you realize it’s a different time. “hope you’re not sleepy yet, mama. we still got 30 minutes until we’re back to the hotel.” paige licks her lip before biting it, grabbing you by the back of the neck; leaning to plant kisses on your lips. you moan into the kisses as paige’s hand goes up your thigh, hiking up your dress. “drove me crazy in this little fucking dress tonight.” your eyes roll back after paige says that, planting one more kiss to your lips before biting your bottle lip; pulling her head back slowly before letting your lip go.

you sit up, now fully awake and watch her shift to azzi a bit. “and you looked so fucking sexy tonight.” paige pulls azzi into a kiss, pulling her dress up and allowing herself to massage the soft skin of her thigh. you almost moan at the sight of time making out. shifting in your seat, you burry your face into paige’s neck, sucking at the skin as your hand makes its way into her top, letting your fingers graze her nipple. paige and azzis kiss breaks after a bit and azzi also gets to work, sucking on paige’s neck and really just trying to feel whenever she can.

paige is a moaning mess, heavy breathing and eyes rolling back. something tells paige’s to open eyes and when she does she realizes; the partition was down. she’s too drunk off of you guys to ever care to much yet she still calls out, “driver roll up the partition, please and turn on some music.” you and azzi don’t pay much mind, both of you now basically grinding down on the seat, trying to get any kind of relief.

the car is soon filled with the sound of luther by kendrick lamar and sza.

“god, i love you two so much.” paige moans, neck now filled with hickeys but she doesn’t even mind. you and azzi murmur out your love yous back and her hands come to the back of each of your heads, pulling you two off her neck. paige bites her lip as she watches your and azzis eyes interlock; mischief in your eyes. “hi, baby.” azzi whispers, face moving towards yours. “hi, az.” you whisper back shyly. your lips soon interlock, tongues grazing each others. you feel azzi move, trying to get more comfortable, getting on her hands and knees on the seat; making you follow, your ankles crossing as you arch your back.

“so unreal.” paige whispers, biting her lip and you gasp when you feel her hike up your dress, putting your ass on display and revealing your black thong. she gives you ass a few smacks before moving to azzi, lifting her dress up as well and smacking her ass a few times; making her moan into the kiss. your guys’ hands all over and in between paiges lap as she manspreads, one of each of her hands come to grab at yours’ and azzis asses; leaning back to admire the view of her girlfriends kissing in front of her.

you and azzi moan into the kiss loudly at the same time, both feeling a single one of paige’s fingers slip inside of you with no warning. azzi’s hand comes up; tightly grabbing onto your hair as paige starts to finger fuck the both of you. “look at my dirty girls.” paige teases, now slipping in a second finger in both of you. “do my girls like that?” paige’s forward, making you and azzi pull apart; moans spilling out of the both of you as paige continues her assault on your pussies. “feels so good, daddy.” you whine, leaning forward to give paige a few pecks on the lip. “feel good, mama?” paige asks azzi, who’s clearly trying not to cum so soon. “feels so good, fuck.” azzi moans are so soft, the type that make you feel like you can float on them.

as paige and azzi kiss you see a golden opportunity, immediately reaching to unzip paige’s pants. paige moans into the kiss, lifting her hips up to help you pull her pants and boxers down. you moan at the sight, your girlfriends kissing, azzi bent over facing you but you can still see the round of her ass and paige’s hand sneaking around her, paige’s pants now down at her knees; pretty pink pussy on display; all three of you still in your dallas wings hats. azzi pulls back from the kiss, looking down to admire paige’s wet cunt, glistening in the light purple lighting.

you’re the first one to touch, allowing your middle fingers to connect with her clit, wet and sticky; rubbing soft circles on it. paige bites her lip, looking down to watch you play with her; fingers still fucking you and azzi. it doesn’t take long for azzi to join in, sticking her pointer and middle fingers inside of paige, fucking her with the same sensual speed that paige is fucking you two at. you’re all moaning messes, shoving your face back inside of paige’s neck, licking and sucking all over as you feel your orgasm approach.

“think…think m’ gonna cum, daddy.” you whimper, warning paige. “yeah? did you ask if that was okay?” paige whispers back, a bit scarily to you; realizing you’d probably have to cum on whatever condition paige wanted. “can i cum, please daddy?” you pull your face from her neck, letting her see your pouty little face. “ask azzi, baby.” you look to azzi, who’s eyes are screwed shut and you can tell, she needs to cum too. “mommy, can i please cum.” you whine out, getting impatient, your hips now trying to jut away from paige a bit. “i’m gonna cum too baby, c’mon, cum with mommy.” azzi moans; pulling you into a kiss.

your tongues swirl as your orgasms hit, your movements on paige halting for a moment but she doesn’t mind, just happy to see you guys playing so nicely. paige helps you both ride out your highs, enjoying the feeling of your warm, wet holes pulsating around her. “good girls.” paige groans, pulling her fingers from both of you. you bite your lip, seeing how wet her fingers are from azzi as she brings them up to your mouth, “open up, baby.” she moans as azzis fingers start to move inside her again. you open your mouth, letting paige’s fingers inside; savoring the sweet taste of azzi, sucking on her fingers like a long popsicle. once her fingers are all clean paige brings her fingers that were inside of you to azzis mouth, she opens without needing to be told; immediately moaning at the taste.

you start to rub circles again, making paige moan out; now being stimulated by you and azzi. azzi releases paiges fingers with a pop. “so good for me.” paige groans, leaning back in the seat again; her hands going to untie the top of your dress, helping pull it down to your hips, letting your tits free. she immediately does the same to azzi, pulling down the straps of her dress to release her boobs. her hands come under both of you, reaching to play with both of your boobs, jiggling the fat in her hands.

“you gonna eat my pussy for me, baby?” paige asks you making you bite your lip with a nod; making you pull your hand away from her clit. azzi pulls her hand away as well and they watch and you get off the seat, it feeling good to get into a new position and onto your knees in between paige’s legs. you pull her pants down to her ankles and she spreads her legs wider, giving you easier access. azzi uses her left hand, helping guide your head towards paige’s pussy. you almost moan the feeling of the warmth radiating off of her pussy as your face gets close. the first taste is like heaven as you immediately take her clit into your mouth, sucking at the bud.

“holy shit.” paige groans, helping azzi readjust to sit perked up on her knees; her tits at perfect eye level with paige. you moan at the taste of paige and the view above you, azzis silk press becoming a bit frizzy with sweat but she still looks beautiful as ever; moaning out as paige takes her nipple into her mouth. paige’s arm wraps around azzis lower back, pulling her closer to her and the other hand goes to play with azzis other nipple. azzi throws her head back, her hand still pressing your face into paige’s pussy.

paige’s pussy tastes sweeter than normal, you’re not sure if it’s maybe the cherry liquor you’re still tasting on your lips, azzi’s vanilla lipgloss or maybe the fact that she just won first round pick in the draft but whatever it is; it’s making you weak in the knees. you nod your head in her pussy, eyes rolling back as you lick up her clit with the minimal movement your allowed with azzis hand. azzi looks down to check on you, noticing how fucking submissive you look she can’t help but to pull you back by your hair and lean down; making paige release her nipple for a second, she grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing with her other hand, “open wide, baby.” her voice is so alluring you do as she says, your mouth soaked with paige’s wetness and now her saliva as she spits in your mouth.

you swallow like a good girl of course, gasping for a breath before azzi shoves your face back into paige’s pussy. paige leans forward a bit, one of her hands grabbing at your dress that had bunched up at your waist and the other coming down to spank your ass. “good fucking girl, how did i get so lucky?” paige praises, leaning back again after delivering a few more smacks to your fat ass. “im gonna bust.” paige groans out making you lick her pussy faster. her hand also comes to grab a bunch of your hair, joining azzis. “c’mon, princess make daddy cum.” azzi moans, biting her lip at the sight of you two.

it doesn’t take many more licks and nods of your head before you feel and taste paige spilling down your chin, “fucking shit, baby.” paige groans hips bucking into your face as her and azzi hold your head still.

you gasp for air when they finally let you go, leaning your back against the seat as paige lays there limp for a second, azzi pressing soft kisses to her neck. “you did, so damn good baby.” paige praises, her hand coming down to reach for you; helping you back onto the seat.

you guys hear the music turn down and the partition cracks just a bit, “we’ll be at the hotel in 5.” the driver calls out, rolling the partition back up and turning the music back up. “fuck, let’s fix ourselves.” azzi says, starting to pull the top of her dress back up. you watch as paige starts to pull her pants back up, pouting as azzi puts her tits away and paige covers her pussy. “don’t worry, baby. i got something waiting for you at the hotel.” paige smiles, noticing your pouty face and knowing you’d want to go again. “really?” you beam, making azzi giggle as you start to fix yourself. you turn away from paige and azzi, just trying to figure out which way is which on your dress. “something real good.” paige comes behind you, one knee on the seat as she grabs onto your shoulders, starting to thrust her hips into your ass. you gasp out in excitement, “you brought the strap!” making azzi scoff, “actually i brought it, paige forgot to pack it.”

you crouch a bit in the limo, almost being at your girlfriends’ heights in your 6 inch heels. paige let’s you go, as you grab onto azzi; your dress still not fixed, ass and tits still out as you straddle her lap. “thank you, mommy.” you press a soft kiss to her lips, letting her taste paige who still lingered on your mouth. “you’re welcome, now let’s get you fixed.” azzis quick to squeeze your ass in both her hands for a second before pulling your dress down and fixing the top, re-ting what paige un did a while ago. “my pretty girls.” paige smiles, making you both look over at her, her phone in hand taking a picture to savor the moment.

the next morning hit like a hurricane, there were clothes and shoes all over the room, sex toys spread all over the bed and even some on the floor as you woke up in the middle of your girlfriends.

the sun was peaking through the curtains as you looked to see them still asleep, spotting your phone on the side of paige you reach softly for it.

3:39pm

your phone reads, you immediately feel a grumble in your tummy, turning to azzi to wake her up. “azzi, baby wake up.” you whisper making her groan, “please baby.” you whine. “what?” she grumbles, eyes not open yet. “i’m hungry.” you pout. “ask paige to order something.” she says, turning away; immediately falling back asleep.

you turn to your blonde girlfriend; realizing azzi was too sleepy to help. “paige, wake up.” you whisper, shaking her a bit and she opens her eyes immediately; stretching her long limbs. “what happened, babe?” her morning voice sending a jolt straight to your pussy that you decide to ignore. “i’m hungry.” you whine out, “here.” paige turns, grabbing her phone and handing it to you. “doordash something for us.” making you smile in victory. you turn away from paige, allowing her to spoon you, one of her hands going between your thighs, enjoying the warmth of it.

azzis turns back to face you, joining in on the cuddles, still probably half awake. you cuddle in the middle of them; keeping paige’s brightness on low as you place your guys’ order. sitting the phone between you and azzi; you relax, deciding it’s just best to sleep until your food gets here.

[glamourcheetah75]

Jacked and Kind 📱

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: Mild jealousy, light angst, fluff, playful possessiveness

Summary: With TikTok possibly disappearing for good, you want to post one last trend video. Paige refuses. So you film it with someone else. And suddenly, she’s not quite as chill as she pretended to be.

-

“I’m not doing it,” Paige says for the third time, her arms crossed over her chest, completely unmoved.

“You literally already have drafts,” I protest, holding my phone like it’s proof in a courtroom. “You’ve got more saved TikToks than me, and I’m chronically online.”

“That’s different,” she mutters. “Drafts don’t count.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “It’s literally called the Jacked and Kind trend. You’re jacked. You’re kind—barely, but it counts. People would eat it up.”

Paige just shrugs. “Then let them starve.”

I groan, flopping back onto the couch. “Fine. I’ll ask someone else.”

I don’t really mean it. Or at least, I don’t think I do. But an hour later, I’ve got my best friend (and Paige’s teammate) Azzi standing next to me, smirking at the camera while I mouth the words:

We hit the poses. We flex. We laugh.

It’s dumb.

It’s perfect.

And when I post it? It blows up.

-

I don’t notice Paige’s mood shift at first.

But when we’re getting ready to leave the dorm, she’s uncharacteristically quiet. She doesn’t hold my hand in the hallway like she usually does. At the dining hall, she barely looks up from her tray.

Finally, I nudge her under the table. “Okay. What’s up?”

She shrugs, stabbing her pasta with a little too much force.

I tilt my head. “Is this about the TikTok?”

Her jaw tightens.

I blink. “Oh my god. You’re jealous.”

“I’m not,” she says too quickly.

I smirk. “You totally are.”

“I just think it’s interesting that the one time I say no, you’re immediately flexing with someone else on the internet.”

“It was for the trend!” I laugh. “It’s not like I posted a thirst trap with captions like ‘my favorite teammate 😍.’”

“You didn’t have to,” Paige mutters.

I lean in, voice softer. “Paige. Come on. You know you’re my favorite everything.”

She finally looks at me.

And under all the grumbling, I see it—the vulnerability. The tiny crack in her confidence that she’d rather hide.

I reach for her hand across the table. “I only wanted you in it because it’s true. You are jacked. And you’re kind, even if you act like you’re above TikTok. You’re also mine. And no trend’s worth more than that.”

She exhales, the fight leaving her posture.

“Okay,” she finally says.

I blink. “Okay what?”

“I’ll do it. The trend.”

I gasp. “Seriously?!”

“But only if we post it together. With that caption.”

“What caption?”

She smirks. “‘She’s mine. Get your own.’”

I laugh, already reaching for my phone. “Deal. But you’re doing the flex this time.”

“I always do,” she says, smug.

And this time, when she wraps her arm around me for the video, she pulls me a little closer—like maybe the real trend here… is falling for her all over again.

-

💌 Authors Note:

This was pure playfully possessive girlfriend Paige energy. I love giving her just the tiniest bit of jealousy—not because she doesn’t trust you, but because she cares way more than she lets on. And let’s be honest: she would have the best drafts but never post.

Also inspired by @prettygirl-gabi 💕